Begging me to Stay

Nervously walking to the Pub, Praying you’re working, Hoping you’re not, But You’re sitting outside. Now, what do I do? Turn around, take the alley, Go through the back door And hope you don’t see me Or Casually walk by you, Nervous and weak, Throw no glances your way and Hope you don’t say anything Or Just give in because you already know I’m here and that look in your eyes Is begging me to stay.

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